River's eyes flick sideways, under the straggling poof of her upswept hair, and back to the ground. Her head inclined, her feet together: deliberate, and just so.
"Sorry, mum."
That's not River's accent. It's halfway between the teacher's and a Dyton Colony accent -- Cockney, in other words, or close to it.
These aren't River's mannerisms, either.
"Came out for herbs, mum, and I got mixed up. The young miss pointed me right, mum. Didn't mean to make trouble."
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Date: 2008-03-28 04:53 am (UTC)"Sorry, mum."
That's not River's accent. It's halfway between the teacher's and a Dyton Colony accent -- Cockney, in other words, or close to it.
These aren't River's mannerisms, either.
"Came out for herbs, mum, and I got mixed up. The young miss pointed me right, mum. Didn't mean to make trouble."